It was a weather day. Our area was hit with just about everything you can think of. I was awaken in the night by the wind and rain pounding on my bedroom window. That's rare. Washington rain usually comes straight down and in a light mist. Nit even really umbrella weather. Then I hear on the news we had hail, snow and even an earthquake. Were was I? I didn't fell anything. When they talk about snow that rarely means here. So that I didn't expect to experience. But the earthquake. Others said they felt it. I suspect they felt it by the power of suggestion. I do know it was cold and windy. Felt it. I hadn't listened to the weather report before crossing to my car for the chiropractic appointment. Wow. I wondered who turned down the thermostate?
The newsletter took more time today than it should have. First, I can't spell (you may have noticed), second changes were made every time I sent a correction, third additions were made when I was done and lastly I had a lengthy talk with Rita and her husband about the Sunset Manor state of affairs. Great people, but I would not be surprised if this government mentality l leadership doesn't drive them out soon.
Anyway, I enjoyed some time on the puzzle table. The last thing to work on is the steam engine of an old train. Looks cool but it is all black and grays. I can't spend much time at once. It drives me crazy. I went and visited with the domino players. They always want me to join them, but once drawn in I will be expected to play everyday and put up with the bickering and accusations. That is not my thing. I left at their first argument. Between Maria and Chas I am surprised they haven't started throwing the dominos at each other. Chas threatened to quit. Every game around here needs a referee. I am not applying.
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Hey Clyde..looks good so far..:-) someone a diary approach..i know you have more satire in you..haha..btw reading all the Portrait Players stuff I hope you are content and proud of your accomplishments in life..you made a difference, even in the lives of us who weren't quite as receptive to your charm as others.
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